English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 364 страници |
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... face to face with Nature , recognize the Spirit which dwells therein , and , correspondingly , when in the presence of a good deed he will recognize its morality . In other words , God and Nature are one ; and Man is in- stinctively ...
... face to face with Nature , recognize the Spirit which dwells therein , and , correspondingly , when in the presence of a good deed he will recognize its morality . In other words , God and Nature are one ; and Man is in- stinctively ...
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... face , Not fear , but only to be proud or base ; Quick to advise , by an emergence pressed , To give good counsel , or to take the best . I'd have th ' expressions of her thoughts be such , She might not seem reserved , nor talk too ...
... face , Not fear , but only to be proud or base ; Quick to advise , by an emergence pressed , To give good counsel , or to take the best . I'd have th ' expressions of her thoughts be such , She might not seem reserved , nor talk too ...
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... face entailed , Disgrace itself shall be ashamed ; Scandal shall blush that it has not prevailed To blast the man it has defamed . Let all that merit equal punishment Stand there with him , and we are all content . Thou bugbear of the ...
... face entailed , Disgrace itself shall be ashamed ; Scandal shall blush that it has not prevailed To blast the man it has defamed . Let all that merit equal punishment Stand there with him , and we are all content . Thou bugbear of the ...
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... face ! Thy cheek all on fire , and thy hair all uncurled ! Prithee quit this caprice , and ( as old Falstaff says ) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world . How canst thou presume thou hast leave to destroy The beauties ...
... face ! Thy cheek all on fire , and thy hair all uncurled ! Prithee quit this caprice , and ( as old Falstaff says ) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world . How canst thou presume thou hast leave to destroy The beauties ...
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... face . For ' twas not only that they went By whom vast sums were yearly spent ; But multitudes that lived on them , Were daily forced to do the same . In vain to other trades they'd fly ; All were o'erstocked accordingly . As pride and ...
... face . For ' twas not only that they went By whom vast sums were yearly spent ; But multitudes that lived on them , Were daily forced to do the same . In vain to other trades they'd fly ; All were o'erstocked accordingly . As pride and ...
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AUGUSTUS MONTAGU TOPLADY auld auld lang syne bard beauty beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds crown dear delight divine dread e'er earth eternal fair fame fancy fate fear Fingal flowers folly fools frae gale grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour live Lubberkin lyre Matthew Prior mind moral murmurs Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ossian pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet poor praise pride proud rage raptures RICHARD JAGO rills rise round scene shade shine sigh sing skelpin smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring swain sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering wave wild wind wings wretch wyllowe youth
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Страница 184 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
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